Reflecting on a new day.
The sky is clear; filled with darknessSpecs of light gently brighten its canvas
The Queen Of Ice came to visitRoyal Carpet of Gray layered over sunFrom her eyes flow tears both hard and soft covering all.
Yes this is Storytelling Thursday and though it seems to be a great title for a parable, it is not…
I wish I could explain it but I really don’t understand it myself always. Sometimes there are these special moments, years…
In the morning I wake, feeling the pillow caress my head as it had caressed my dreams just moments before. Still dark, on…
Call to morning sun
Warmth filling Hearts